In a frenzied rush, she pushed her boxers down her hips and he stepped back to allow her room to discard them, eager to find his way to a more intimate moment. She kicked the final barrier away and his eyes feasted on the sweet sight of the blonde curls at the vee of her body. But he had no time to linger. Zoe grabbed the waistband of his slacks with a low growl escaping her lips.
“Take them off, “she said, fumbling with the button, even as her other hand stroked his hard body beneath the zipper.
He bit back a moan, and slid one hand into the silky stands of her hair, guiding her to look at him, and kissing her the moment he found the full sweetness of her mouth. “Zoe,” he murmured against her lips, tugging at her lip with his teeth and then caressing her mouth with his.
The zipper slid down and she shoved at his pants. With her dark, passion-filled eyes, she stared up at him. “Get rid of your pants.” Her voice came low and husky, her breath warm as it mingled with his.
More than happy to comply, he shoved them down, taking his underwear along for the ride down his thighs. Zoe’s hand circled his cock and made a slow glide from the
base to the tip where her fingers lingered at the head where dampness had gathered, spreading it. The touch she used was gentle, but the impact surged through his limbs like rocket fuel.
The counter was high. Too high for what he wanted, which was inside her. This forced him to keep his desire in check. He pressed her knees farther apart. Seeing her open for him, wide and glistening with arousal, made him want to tease and please her. He inched his way toward her core, watching her breasts rise, nipples puckered and high, and a smile played on his lips. Her anticipation turned him on. Her teeth found her bottom lip just as his fingers brushed the slick fold of her center. Exploring her body, he used her moans as a guide to her pleasure and then slipped a finger into her warm recesses. Leaning forward, he swallowed the gasp of pleasure his act drew from Zoe, savoring the urgency of her tongue against his. He palmed her breast with his free hand, loving the way her palms felt against his face and in his hair. Everything she did burned him with heat and sensuality. Like this was more than sex. Like this was a joining of mind and body. It felt potent and raw and full of explosive possibilities still to unfold.
“I can’t wait anymore, Declan,” Zoe said, her hands gathering behind his neck, as she tried to get closer. “I want you now.”
Nodding, he settled his hands on her waist. “This won’t work.”
“I know,” she agreed, “so let’s move.”
His arm went around her waist and he eased her down to the ground, trying to decide the best location to take her to. But that choice was made for him when she turned around and faced the counter, presenting him with a view of her nice, round ass.
Declan didn’t need further encouragement. One hand on her hip, he used his fingers on his other hand to test her readiness, sliding them along her dripping-wet core, and teasing them both in the process.
“Declan,” Zoe spat, looking over her shoulder at him.
Smiling at her eagerness, he guided his cock to her body, and then entered the warm wetness he’d been starving for. He squeezed his eyes shut as he sank deeper.
“Oh God, yes,” she whispered.
He leaned into her, bringing his mouth to her ear, and filling his palms with her breasts. “You like?” he asked, pinching her nipples and then rolling them.
She gasped. “Yes.” One of her hands covered his and encouraged him to continue as if she was afraid he might stop.
Declan ground his hips against hers, unable to stop himself from moving against the tightness of her muscles. He tweaked her nipples one last time, and then steadied himself, hands on her hips. His cock pulsed, throbbing with the need to take this to the next level. Inch by inch, he eased back until just the head of his erection remained. Then, with one hard thrust, he drove into her, hearing the slap of her skin against his. A rush of pure pleasure surged through his body, and pure heat exploded from the inside out.
All sense of reason left. He moved with pure instinct, in and out, harder. Faster. Pounding into her even as she pushed against each push of his hips against hers. Arching her back, she made soft, sexy sounds of pleasure, and reached behind her with desperation, as if she wanted to find a way to grip him and pull him closer.